Held

This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell
we'd be held.

This hand is bitterness
We want to
taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.
The
wise hand opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

If
hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And
you survive.
This is what it is to be loved
And
to know that the promise was

When everything fell we’d be held.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Hay, Hell and Boolasomething

I just couldn't resist posting from here! I'm sitting in an old mine! In a town called White Cliffs, in the biggest underground motel in Australia, and probably the world. For a claustrophobic thing like myself to go through the doors was a rather bgi step believe me. =) But I didn't *quite* have a panic attack or faint or anything like that and now I'm rather beginning to enjoy the novelty. Scary thought that it *hasn't* collapsed yet and so there has to be an accident sometime and what if it's now when I'm in it?!

Oh dear.

Hay hell and boolgsomething (dunno what the end of that word is...can't spell it for the life of me!) but they're supposedly hot in increasing order...we stopped in Hay and whle looking for a toilet overheard some kids say 'Hey look! there are people over there!!"

=)

verysmall country towns around here....no mobile service...rather...crippling actually. =)

I shall go and catch anAgatha Christy show now...I know I'm dreadful but who cares?! And I shal give more funny stories soon!!

boyboy!!

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

*sigh*

Since writing the above, it would seem more has happened. Duh. Yesterday, I went to the Power House Museum in Sydney with family. We had quite a nice time...I got to see Isaac the robot...and I still had to stand watching him dance for me for a very long time (until I thought I should let the two-yr old have a go) = P

We got back to the car...I climbed in...and my laptop wasn't there. Which would be ok...I mean... it's very upsetting, BUT my birth certificate, a goodbye present book, key ring I've been collecting since I was about 11, my phone charger and about 20 of my favourite CD's went too.

ARGH!!!

Oh Cruel world! Canst thou not pickest some other lucky ducky to experimentosis oneth. (Sana...tutu!!) =P

I'm WONDERFUL!!

Animals are the most wonderful things. Toby, a dog, just came and put his head in my lap. They just know what to do. Last night when I got home from losing above items he came and gave me a beautifully executed nuzzle.

We went to Elizabeth Farm today with friends. It was a lovely place. Very old...I used a wash board to wash a skirt...and helped make a bed. It was really cool coz there were three mattresses. The bottom was straw, then horse hair, then feathers. And I'd always wondered what the big deal about 'airing the beds' was in all the story books, but you have to throw the mattress up and let it fall back to the bed a whole lot of times, and as you watch (and throw) it fills wth air and doubles or triples in size! It's really awesome! Coz then you get to jump on it. =) No wonder Cinderella needed help airing the beds.

Well, spag bol is luring me to the dining room...and garlic bread with salad and all sorts of other good food!

Till next time!